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Jun 2014
Oh come all you sinners
come knock at my door
and bring your sweet treasures
dark pleasures and more.

Come dwell in my darkness
and be who you'll be
For I have seen Heaven.
It wasn't for me.

So bind me with harp strings
and taste nectar sweet,
see my wings, now in tatters,
halo at my feet.

So I call to you sinners
please come, if you dare
to where pain leads to pleasure,
I'll wait for you there.
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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